Puppet Master

notapoet


Pulling my strings
of love life and devotion,
controlling my every move
and exploiting my emotions.

You pull on these strings,
you twist my mind,
smash my dreams,
and silence my cries.

You blinded my eyes, so I can't
see a thing.
Yet still I dance when you tug
on my string.

I will no longer be
your puppet to enjoy.
I'm no longer
your little wooden boy toy

  • Author: notapoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2026 12:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


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